"You will give me, five minutes?" Vittoria whispered to her husband, and he nodded.
"Merthyr," she said, passing him, "can I have your word that you will not go from me?"
Merthyr gave her his word after he had looked on her face.
"Send to me every two hours, that I may know you are near," she added; "do not fear waking me. Or, no, dear friend; why should I have any concealment from you? Be not a moment absent, if you would not have me fall to the ground a second time: follow me."
Even as he hesitated, for he had urgent stuff to communicate to Carlo, he could see a dreadful whiteness rising on her face, darkening the circles of her eyes.
"It's life or death, my dearest, and I am bound to live," she said. Her voice sprang up from tears.
Merthyr turned and tried in vain to get a hearing among the excited, voluble men. They shook his hand, patted his shoulder, and counselled him to leave them. He obtained Carlo's promise that he would not quit the house without granting him an interview; after which he passed out to Vittoria, where Countess Ammiani and Laura sat weeping by the door.
CHAPTER XLIV
THE WIFE AND THE HUSBAND
When they were alone Merthyr said: "I cannot give many minutes, not much time. I have to speak to your husband."